HOCHE. You'll have a hard time stopping them! THE PEOPLE. To the Champ de Mars! Before the people of Versailles! We'll show them!--- Scoundrels! They thought they could down the people of Paris! THE OLD WOMAN. I'll have their hides! I'll show those nasty Germans who's master! DESMOULINS. They have banished our Necker. Now we banish them! We want Necker to remain We will show the world what we want. THE PEOPLE. Let's parade in honor of Necker!--Here's his portrait, in Curtius' shop, among the wax figures. Let's carry it in triumph!--The shop's closed!--Break it in! GONCHON [_to his followers_]. Let's take advantage of the occasion! A FOLLOWER OF GONCHON. Monsieur Gonchon! They're stealing everything! GONCHON. Nevermind! You do the same! THE SHOPKEEPER. But they're coming into my shop! GONCHON. Can't keep them out. [_He enters the shop and shouts with the rest of the Crowd. Those outside run here and there. In a moment, swords, sticks, pistols, and hatchets are seen flourishing in the air._] THE PEOPLE. Easy, now! No disorder, comrades!--Hey, there, run away to school, lad! This is no child's play! This must be serious! We must inspire the tyrants with the sacred terror of the nation. [_A bust of Necker is carried out of the shop, hugged close to the breast of the athletic Porter. The Crowd gather around him._] Off with your hats! Here is our defender, our father! Cover him with crêpe! The _Patrie_ is in mourning! [GONCHON _and his followers come forth from the shop with the bust of the Due d'Orléans. They assume the same attitudes of solemn dignity as the others. The People pay no attention to them._] HULIN. What's that? HOCHE. Our friend Gonchon's patron, the Citizen d'Orléans. HULIN. I'm going to break in his head, and those of his bearers. HOCHE [_smiling_]. No, no, let them be. Let them compromise themselves. HULIN. Don't you know him? HOCHE. An Orléans? He who knows one, knows them all. He's a vicious vermin, who has caught hold of the robes of Liberty, and tries to harm her. He needs a slap, and he will get it. Let him alone. HULIN. But what if he take away our liberty? HOCHE. That misshapen brat? He'd better take care that she doesn't take away his head! [GONCHON _and his followers cover d'Orléans' head with crêpe. A procession then farms, in absurdly solemn order. Silence. All at once, the_ OLD WOMAN SHOPKEEPER _comes in heating a drum. A formidable shout arises_.]